Eli Steiger

Flying

Feeling like falling as fell air flies from lungs too fatigued to keep floundering in attempts to fill themselves
with expectations. When there is water enough above you waiting the pressure is a wall with weight enough to crush
beyond recognition. There is no giving up letting go of any burdens the body is the burden and in building a life
in this body there can be no reprieve or relief or reason to receive anything other than this reality wrought by
hands shaking and unsure. There are miles in every step and years to be measured but none of that matters because
drowning lasts forever and when it's all said and done all that remains is a body sucking in the putrid rotting
air cramping as it tries to slog through a life given not as a gift but as a question. Suffering sung by voices
whispering of an endless naked horizon stretching into the sea surrounded by silence and as the waves lap softly
at the silken sand they do not speak but whimper

Bio

Eli Steiger is a 25-year-old writer residing in Cleveland, OH. He is a Junior, studying
Creative Writing and Philosophy. His work has recently appeared in Glass Mountain. He has four cats.
That is too many cats. His interests include long walks on the beach, romantic candlelit dinners,
overthrowing the bourgeoisie, and existential dread.